I’m going to be very sappy and very vulnerable for just a quick moment.
I did not realize it was possible to love a person a little more every single time you see the morning sunlight hitting their face on the pillow. I did not know what it felt like to yearn for every fact and detail of a person’s past, present, and future even more than your own, to feel that desperation to have known them even longer than you have, but know they were brought to you at exactly the right moment.
I met my best friend seven months ago, and I know for a fact that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him.
I will never forget the day I told him I loved him on a sunny November day just near a waterfall. In all truthfulness, I may forget the exact date, I may forget what we were wearing. But I will never forget how I felt in that minuscule blink of time, because in that moment I truly gave myself to him. It was pure and unnerving; it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever felt. (Yes, I cried.)
Love is so simple, I don’t care what anyone says. That’s not to say that ordeals won’t arise, that life won’t get in the way at times and there won’t be fighting and days of doubt. And I fear that the snoring is only going to get worse with age. But that passionate blaze at the deepest part of your core, that innate knowing that this is your person…
That is simple.
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